Mikhail Shcherbakov Organ-grinder Who knows what was presented and that meant Thy golden bells with a fancy suit - In the years when Italic scope grape Voiced gave you, a stranger, had promised ... After all, did not work, and the music did not help. Sky wilted, faded. Soaked road. Dahl has rung and do close trailed off ...died away - And she was not a fairy tale, and that was. You never know what yours is singing at hand - Violin, guitar, bagpipes, hurdy-gurdy, celesta ... Time looks at you as a flat area, As if does not see. But put a period to your life . Enchantment, whether in the diamond will realize graphite, Or chudish, bells When sewing the garment - In the period of time you will be called , except that here before ... formerly Give to justify - and then kill you . You never know who, repeating your Canzone, He would say with a sigh, that Italy does not have a sort of ... Most winged melody, walk up the world, It is also committed to oblivion like you to oblivion. Do not breathe impossible, but true to sigh? The right organ-grinder less organ-grinder more ... All but the pain will disappear and be silenced, the pain is ... Pain was and the pain will ... Will remain Forever . How God .
Posted on: Sun, 19 Oct 2014 12:20:17 +0000